More flying by the seat today as I adjusted to both weather and transport in Essex.
Despite the sun shining brightly on us, the yellow-warning wind made cycling just a little dangerous this morning. I had planned to ride to Burnham on Crouch, to take the ferry over to Wallasea and then ride on to Southend. But the ferry wasn’t running either. So my progress involved largely a stroll from Shoeburyness to Leigh on Sea, which was surprisingly quiet and enjoyable.
Beyond Leigh, where we picked up a trio of fresh crabs for tea, the foot route headed out into a virtual void. So here we find ourselves at East Tilbury, at a camp strategically placed for London tomorrow.
I was asked yesterday if I dare contemplate the end yet. I think I do.
I feel as if I haven’t really given Essex the time it deserves. But for expediency we’ve mixed modes of travel and covered enough ground for me to be satisfied.
Once through London the end will be in mind,and almost in sight once I turn the corner of far east Kent. So I’m contemplating, yes, but there’s too much to enjoy to come out of the moment.